Originally published at: http://boingboing.net/2017/04/06/deep-dreaming-bob-ross.html
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And I don’t need to drop acid after seeing that.
I’m surprised nobody’s done this.
I’m surprised I haven’t done this.
Maybe I have. In the wrong enough hands, this can be used as a drug:
Hieronymus Bob
b/c mellow is not status quo – but it should be.
I understand this might be nightmare fuel for many but I really really like this.
OMFG!!! I had that exact nightmare last week.
I really, really wish Vimeo would go out of business. It never works on my computer.
/whine
Otters by HR Geiger
I’ll give a longer comment later. Right now I feel compelled to wander out under the stars and use an obsidian dagger to carve happy little trees and baby seals into the flesh of a hobo.
this is the art of misunderstanding. kinda like wabi-sabi on weed.
A̯̝̺̘̭͎ḷ̶m͉̙͎̹̫͝i̭̟͞g̣̭̱̗̳h̡t̗͙̻̭y̻̹͘ͅ ͇̪̙̭̫̰a͏r̼t̞́ ̵̪͓͖̱͚͓t͈h̨̩r̷̰̤̪ͅo̩̘͞ú̖̼̩̠g͏̗h̠ ̲͈̝̘͖ͅA̟̺̘͈͈P͟L͚̩̳!̺ ̫L̹͖̦̱̭̩ͅe҉t̠̼̬͝’̩̹̤̭̙̠̠s҉̣̺̳ ̥̮̰̪͡ͅh̝̹̯̗̝̞̟͠a͎̜̠̲̖v̸̜e̴͓͕̩ ̳a̠̭̙̖̻ h̜̝̳a̖͓p̜̹̦̭p̟͓̼͇̺̠y̖͓̺̰͙ ̳͝s̛͔̘̝̬ͅh͉o̠̙̻̟̟̪g̷̯̼go̴̖͇t҉͙̼͍̼̯̼̖h ͎̝̺̣͔͚r̴į͇̳̯̯̱͇g͎̯̲ht̛ ͔̳͟ị͚̗̙͙ṇ͞ ̯h̤e͏͇̣̳̠͙ŗ͙̟̥̞͖͉̣e̫̙͖͕͖̲̝.̙̰͓͝ ̻̝̯͞T̥̣̩̲͞h̘̥̙͇e̠r̰̝̝̙͍̬͟ḛ͕͉ ̹̺̕h͕ȩ̞̯ ̮̫̺̩̦̙g͕̦͇̩͝o͉̟͈̣̖̖͓͜ȩs͙͉̖̙̣͙.͓̘̻͖̥
I assume this is what it’s like to take the good drugs.
I’d like to see Bob Ross given this treatment with the original audio intact, too. All that talk about happy, fluffy clouds and happy trees as he paints fish-armadillo-spider-dogs would be funny.
Weirdly it worked for me this time, no problems, when usually it doesn’t work at all, or stops playing after a few seconds. Or maybe it’s still not working for me, and I’m just hallucinating.
Hey Kids! It’s time for the Jim Woodring Cartoon Carnival!!!
“I’d like to see Bob Ross given this treatment with the original audio intact, too.”
Yeah, me too. It would have been plenty weird without the backwards stuff and glitchy audio, but I suppose that’s most of the non-algorithmic contribution.
Beside the body were several sheets of charred yellow paper. These bore fantastic geometric designs and symbols and several hastily scrawled sentences. The sentences were almost illegible and so absurd in content that they furnished no possible clue to the perpetrator of the crime. “I am waiting and watching,” Chalmers wrote. “I sit by the window and watch walls and ceiling. I do not believe they can reach me. but I must beware of the Doels. Perhaps they can help them break through. The satyrs will help, and they can advance through the scarlet circles. The Greeks knew a way of preventing that. It is a great pity that we have forgotten so much.”
On another sheet of paper, the most badly charred of the seven or eight fragments found by Detective Sergeant Douglas (of the Partridgeville Reserve), was scrawled the following:
“Good God, the plaster is falling! A terrific shock has loosened the plaster and it is falling. An earthquake perhaps! I never could have anticipated this. It is growing dark in the room. I must phone Frank. But can he get here in time? I will try. I will recite the Einstein formula. I will—God. they are breaking through! They are breaking through! Smoke is pouring from the coiners of the wall. Their tongues—ahhhhh—”
(Yes, Mr. Lovecraft tells us Chalmers’ final act was to write “ahhhhh.”)
That just shows how totally squamous, gambrel, rugose, extra-Euclidean, gibbous, cyclopean and eldritch the experience was.